"everything happens for a reason"
is a line i'd rather not hear from now on.

reasons i wish i knew why,
what in my life it tries to imply.

i don't want to sit around and wonder,
what i could have done much better.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

i keep a picture in my pocket
of me in happy times
in full color with sun shining
standing here in black and white

when out and about i take it out
and gaze at its young face
when times were simple with far less wrinkles
i go these days to escape

this picture in my pocket
of me in happy times
in full color with sun shining
plainly here in black and white

When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?

Did you know I loved you
when you left, last fall?
I didn't tell you
but, I thought you saw.
Now, you're not that far
still you never call.

I'm happy now
well, I want to be.

Sometimes, I wonder
do you think of me?

he had leaned toward me and commented

that i was getting old

and while that is correct i assumed from his

remark that he must be younger



time goes on and i am told that we are much

the same



i never could tell the time

tell me how
the most broken
beaten down
torn up
stripped to the flesh
people

could ever get back up
brush off the dirt
and carry on
like nothing ever
happened.

the streets are quiet
the world is still
i finally notice
the birds chirping
on my windowsill

i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall